Journal



#1,129 Gentleman.

I have a crush on my husband.

I realized it tonight while taking the dogs for a rainy walk.

And at Cracker Barrel.

And earlier this week.

I think it’s all these dang rainy day hats. Or his perfect teeth. Or blue eyes. Or his beard that smells like pine tree sap. Or his love for brown tweed. Or his old truck. Or his constant thoughtfulness. Or his white t-shirts I sleep in at night. Or his deep voice and country drawl. Or that he is an optimist and a dreamer. Or that he makes me a bath every night at bedtime. Or everything else about him.